✧˖°A Good Host⟡ ݁₊
Summary; A oneshot in which Daínn offers his appreciation to Zephyr for being such a benevolent host. Using dormant skills and his tongue.
Content; Blowjob, dacryphilia, tongue piercing, mild overstimulation, mild face fucking, guided face fucking, unmentioned age gap (it's seven years), and mentions of being somewhere they could technically get caught.
It was an all too familiar affair. The lights were bright, the room bustling with bodies, loud with conversations and far too many steps. A band of strings and piano playing amongst it all. A serene evening all things considered. An evening of mingling and dancing, as most noble parties went.
Though, one might find it occasionally monotonous. Boring, even. It wasn’t unnatural to want to sneak away to somewhere more quiet. A dark side room where no one would dare come looking, for the sake of some peace. Or perhaps a more personal kind of fun.
“D-Daínn, you could at least have locked the door.” Zephyr hummed as a sharp teeth grazed his neck. Tugging lightly at a collar of lace. He couldn’t help but glance to the heavy kitchen door, the only barrier that kept the guests in the room over from seeing the salacious display.
What else were they to think?
Seeing Daínn Savas, disgraced adopted son of the Ottey family, with his scarred up hands bracing both the wall and the small of Zephyr’s back. Zephyr Rochana, the darling of his family and his nation. Known for his oddities and his always composed nature, blushing with his lipstick smudged nearly off.
Surely, if they had seen the way Daínn had begun a slow slide down to the floor, bracing his weight on one knee, one large palm against Zephyr’s stomach to keep him stuck to the wall, leaving heavy breaths and kisses down as he went; surelythey’d faint. Scream perhaps. Gossip for sure.
Zephyr held his hands close to him. Unsure what to do with them initially, a bit too busy on trying to remember to breathe. His heart hammered against his breastbone. Desperately trying to find room to swell. His face flushed up to his ears, a rosy color under sparkly makeup that shimmered in the little light in the room. It was hard enough to keep his knees from buckling.
How could he stay composed like this? With the way Daìnn pressed his face into the fabric of his skirt, trying to feel the skin of his thigh past the material. Brows furrowed and eyes closed, maybe in focus, or maybe even frustration. It was subconscious when Zephyr slid one of his hands down his own torso, coming to rest over Daínn’s. A devilish dichotomy of delicate & lithe versus hearty & hard.
“You’re breathing heavy,” Zephyr whispered as his other hand reached out. Carefully weaving into Daínn’s messy hair. His thumb stroking at the curls, soothing. Which worked in having Daínn’s brow loosening. Pulling back just far enough to take a deep breath, looking up with stormy grey eyes that had Zephyr swallowing dry.
“I’m fine." Daínn’s face was unreadable. Though only for a moment. His face gave way to a small smirk, unfairly handsome, and oddly boyish. Which wasn’t an unfair observation. This kind of thing was something Daínn hadn’t thought he’d be doing past his twenties.
He’d been thinking that a lot recently.
“Are you sure you don’t wish to…take this somewhere else? Maybe? I mean, what if someone sees you like this-“ Zephyr's words cut short as his breath hitched in a gasp. Feeling calloused hands curl around his ankles, slowly moving upward. Making his skit pool over Daínn’s forearms.
“They’ll see me under the skirts of an angel. If they feel anything, it’ll be unbridled envy,” His chuckle was low and deep. The kind of bass that came from the chest. Almost like a purr, whose vibrations made Zephyr shiver. If not for Daínn, he would’ve slid down to the floor by now. Exhaling hot breaths and the occasional low sound of desire.
“Shouldn’t the positions be reversed here?” The prince asked. Following the silent command Daínn gave, moving his hands from his shy face to grab at the skirt, keeping it bunched and out of the way. Letting Daínn have his hands free to grab as needed. Also leaving him with a mouthwatering sight.
Stockings kept aloft with little straps, skin pudging out the tops, settled up high under lacy white underwear. With a little bow at the waistband. A detail so cute Daínn couldn’t help but press a kiss to it, not unaware of the bulge that grazed his jaw. Taking the ego boost from the moisture growing, threatening to make the fabric translucent.
“Aren’t I a guest?” Daínn questioned, watching Zephyr’s stomach tighten once his voice met the space. Knees threatening to buckle again. He chuckled against the skin of Zephyr’s hip bone, preparing to tease the waistband with his teeth. Though the crease of where thigh met hip was a little too tempting to not drag his pierced tongue across.
Zephyr whimpered a little too loud. Letting his hair fall over his shoulder, providing a bit of cover for him to keep his dignity. Evidently forgetting his whole worry about the unlocked door.
“Just gonna thank you for your hospitality, princess. No big deal,” Daínn chuckled. Glancing upward when his last words ended in a kiss against the shaft still hidden by dainty fabric. It felt like Zephyr was running a fever, and Daínn felt a wolfish hunger in his gut as he watched the prince’s face twist up at the subtle pressure. Brows pitched up and in, fluttering eyelashes, jaw slack with a choked up gasp.
Zephyr took a deep breath and barely peaked his eyes open. Looking down at Daínn past his mascara as his underwear received a tug. Slow, painstakingly so. It was hard to not feel too exposed and embarrassed. Hence why one of his hands raised to cover his lower face. With his palm facing out, bated breath in the air as he was revealed to the dark room. With air that was evidently stingingly cold.
Daínn knew the feeling, so he wasn’t concerned when Zephyr inhaled past his teeth. It wouldn’t be a problem for long. He only needed a second to appreciate the sight. Reasonably sized and blushed a pretty shade of pink, fittingly enough. Already with a bead of white threatening to fall down the side. From only a kiss.
How cute.
“O-Oh my god!” Zephyr hiccuped when the softness of Daínn’s tongue and the cold metal of his piercing ball ran right up the underside. Flicking off the head once the man had gathered the pre cum left there. Zephyr couldn’t help it. He pushed himself further against the wall, almost to run away, though he had no where to go and no where else he’d want to be.
Daínn, the bastard, chuckled. Because he must’ve anticipated it. He kept a hand on Zephyr’s hip, to stabilize and soothe. While the other lifted Zephyr’s leg by the back of the knee, finding it fit rather well on his shoulder, something he’d keep in mind.
“Shh, shh, eaaassyy. I just started. You’re not giving up already, are you?” Daínn cooed. Zephyr took a slow breath and shook his head, blue curls swaying like willow tree leaves in a breeze. He bit down hard on his lower lip while Daínn gave a little laugh, hot breath washing across him.
“Atta boy, I knew you had it in ya.” The statement forced Zephyr’s head back. Pressed against the old stone brick as he swallowed a sound, keeping it down to a whimper. He had to look at the ceiling or he’d miss the opportunity. He couldn’t have this end too fast. He didn’t know when he’d get it again, especially since he’d been waiting for so long.
Though the prince’s efforts to remain quiet were immediately dashed. Daínn found the drag of his tongue was enough to have Zephyr ready to buckle. Which was a good show, as well as good training. The veteran also felt it’d be a shame if he couldn’t manage to get his mouth around the prince before he came. Though, in all fairness. Dainn wasn’t above continuing past that.
He took his time tracing the veins. Ensuring his piercing wasn’t lost in the motion when he’d cup his tongue in order to follow the curve better. As expected, Zephyr smelt lovely. Flowers and fruits, sweet as he looked. Though Dainn particularly savored the subtle salt flavor that came from the day, and probably from being trapped under all the skirt material.
It was an acquired taste, really. And experience would tell Daínn to always brace himself when he ran over the head of a cock, because there was never any way to guess how good or bad the taste would be. As luck would have it, Zephyr really enjoyed his fruit, and he certainly wasn’t dehydrated. Leaving Daínn with the better spectrum in terms of a flavor profile.
Lucky for him as well. All the teasing made Zephyr a mess. Both with the pre cum Daínn lapped up like a go happy mutt, and the water in his eyes. Pleasantly overwhelmed and threatening to ruin his perfect makeup. Zephyr barely managed to keep himself from drooling too.
By now his hands, clutching his skirts, were pulled high to his chest. His chest rising and falling with pants. His stomach occasionally tensing, a pattern Daínn kept in mind, as it was a sign of when he was doing something right. Not to mention the adorable mole on Zephyr’s lower stomach. Something he’d be sure to kiss later.
Zephyr stared at the ceiling in hopes of keeping himself sane. His legs were already sore from trying to keep himself standing, trembling with the want for this to never end. He couldn’t even be annoyed with Daínn’s smugness. The low chuckle only added to the sensation. Sending a vibration and a shiver up his spine that has proper tears dotting his eyes.
A slow, almost romantic kiss to the head rewarded Dainn with another choked gasp. But sliding down finally, with his tongue to support the bottom, and his teeth tucked away. It finally got him the unabashed moan he’d been looking for. As well as Zephyr's attention once more. The prince’s eyes widening and his knees went to buckle. Thankfully saved by the other man’s strength.
“D-Daínn!-“ Almost like he was going to scold the man. Or perhaps ask for more, for assistance? It was lost the second the last letter left Zephyr’s mouth. The sight of Daínn’s handsome face, gazing up past shaggy bangs, the scratch of stubble along the inner thigh. Zephyr couldn’t help but be captivated by it.
By now, Zephyr was too captivated to hide. Leaving Daínn the perfect view to see the reaction he’d get the exact moment he reached Zephyr’s pelvis. The strong bridge of his nose bumping against soft skin. He was a little rusty, sure. But Daínn remembered to keep his throat relaxed and to breathe through his nose, getting shots of that dizzying perfume that’d been haunting him for days with each inhale. If he could smile, he would. Because how else was he to feel when he swallowed, and Zephyr just about crumbled.
Like the air had been punched from his lungs, the prince gasped, bending a bit at the waist. His grip on his dress threatened to rip now. The first overwhelmed tear falling from his eyes as he moaned, the first time such a sound had ever been heard by anyone else.
Which Daínn would take as a personal medal of honor.
For now, he focused on pulling back slow. Hollowing his cheeks as he did so, making sure his tongue apologized for the loss when he pulled away to take a breath. Zephyr winced again now at the cold. But the sting of it made it all the more difficult not to burst then and there. He clenched his teeth and bordered a sob when Daínn came back down.
Then back and forth. Back and forth. Slow, patient, consuming. Being sure not a single inch was left unappreciated. After all, what a waste that’d be. A waste of this joyous opportunity and of Daínn’s skill, which he’d worked very hard to get.
However long it went on, Zephyr didn’t know. It was dangerous to be so lost. Considering the very real and high risk that someone could wander in, find them both. But that fear was gone like embers in the wind, left with Zephyr trying to stay still. Stay good. He didn’t want to ruin it for Daínn, not after he was being so generous.
“A-ah! Sorry!” The noble hiccuped when his hips, against his will, twitched toward. Leaving Daínn’s throat as an unintentional casualty. But, as sweet as it was that Zephyr was so worried, Daínn could only feel an affectionate bit of humor. He shook his head as best he could with his piercing tracing over a vein.
“Mm-mm,” Daínn admonished softly. Looking up to a beautiful visage covered with smudged mascara and kiss bitten lips. His rough hands raised to both of Zephyr’s hips. Finding yet another benefit to his overall size, given just how easy he could encompass so much of Zephye’s waist in just his hands. With a steady grip, he pulled Zephyr forward, then guided him back.
Zephyr’s moan came out more like a sob. Washed over with a wave of heat that had him twitching against the roof of Daínn’s mouth. Which honestly shouldn’t have been surprising. Zephyr had made it quite clear that he was rather fond of just how big Daínn was overall. No doubt that’d translate to later too.
It was almost hard to breathe. All too much all at once. Zephyr’s skirt stayed mostly bunched thanks to Daínn now, leaving Zephyr to scratch against the wall. Grabbing at it as if it’d save him from whatever heaven this was. He was barely holding it together with the kiss over his panties, how on earth was he supposed to last like this?
Daínn had closed his eyes in a state of almost relaxation. Keeping himself calm, deliberately ignoring the leaking tent left in his own pants. There was a time and place for everything. Though he glanced up when Zephyr began to get a little louder, the choked up groans now punched out of his lungs in a rhythm. Curiously, Daínn loosened his grip, though he didn’t let go.
Daínn hummed in personal approval when he found Zephyr didn’t stop moving, even without his help. That sound alone being the tipping point. Careful not to pull, even when he was losing his mind, Zephyr’s hands flew to two places. One in Daínn’s hair. The other to Daínn’s hand. Whining little pleas for mercy and praises.
With his vision hazy from tears, one eye even covered by his hair, he managed to open them to look at Daínn. Shivering and desperate. Blinking back the water in his eyes.
“C-c-can I?! Please?!” He asked frantically. Something so utterly cute it had Daínn’s stomach clenching, not quite hunger yet not far either. He would’ve chuckled in fondness if his mouth wasn’t full. Instead, he gave an affirmative hum. Knowing damn well what he was doing as he coupled it with a firm drag of the silver ball in his mouth along the frenulum.
Zephyr’s voice hitched up and his knees really began to cave in as he let it go. Not that he had a choice. Bending under the weight of pleasure, having to use Daínn’s back as his support. Leaving his skirts to fall over Daínn’s face. His hands quickly braced Zephyr's legs at the back of his thighs, and the prince’s fingers came to clutch at the back of his shirt, all while he gasped out rapid fire “thank you"s.
After all, Zephyr would never forget his manners.
It ebbed and flowed until, with a quiet and airy whine, he tried to lean back. Only to thump against the wall ungracefully. The friction of the brick the only thing keeping him upright while the lump under his skirts began to slide back. Soon falling away to reveal Daínn. Jaw shimmering with spit and pupils blown wide.
Zephyr’s jaw slackened as he watched Daínn’s Adam’s apple bob, a sight so salacious, a couple drops of spend fell to the floor from him. Resulting in a visible shudder.
Daínn smiled in a manner almost deceptively sweet. Grunting when he pushed off the floor, reaching for Zephyr. Just at the right time, because without him, the prince would’ve hit the floor. Zephyr clutched onto the fabric around the man’s shoulders and tried to straighten his legs. Failing, but trying.
“Easy there, I got’cha.” Daínn’s voice pressed to Zephyr’s temple. Leaving a little kiss there. Though Daínn had been nice enough to wipe his mouth on the back of his head before he did so.
Zephyr leaned into him. Taking in the scent of pine and cigarettes. He swallowed eventually. When he’d mostly caught his breath.
“You’re…really good…at that.” The noble’s voice was hushed and raspy. He eased as Daínn wiped away a mascara stained tear with his thumb, his snicker vibrating his chest.
“Thanks, I try my best.” He said. He patted his back pocket, nodding after he assured he had what he’d needed. Then he looked down.
He anticipated the wanton look. He also anticipated the fact Zephyr would look unfairly gorgeous disheveled. He, however, didn’t anticipate being tugged at by the chain of his dog tags. Nor the deliberate press of Zephyrs abdomen to the strain in his pants, which made him nearly buckle into a groan.
“Can…can we go to my room now?” Zephyr asked in a hushed tone. Hoarse yet melodic still, like a siren calling Daínn to water.
“You’re a guest, and, I want to be a good host. It’s only fair I return the favor…right?”
(Banner credit; @pixopix . Daínn is @psycheofaphaggot 's character. Zephyr is mine)